“Soren,” I whimpered, rocking myself against his hard length pressed to my cleft. “Please,” I cried as he pulled my hair to the side, exposing my neck so his lips could press there.

Then I felt the sharp sting of a bite that had my legs clenching around him, intolerably turned on by this feral sort of desire from such a controlled man.

“Is there any reason we can’t?” he asked, his breath ragged in my ear as he rocked harder against me.

We both knew what he was asking.

Tests, results, a lifetime commitment to each other in nine months.

None of which he needed to worry about.

“No,” I said, breathless. “Unless… you…”

His head lifted, his dark eyes flaming depths of need.

“You’ve got nothing to worry about from me,” he said, slipping his hips back, then surging deep inside me.

I couldn’t tell you what was louder: my cry, or the groan that escaped him.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he ground out, rocking just a little deeper.

“Please,” I whimpered, fingernails digging into his shoulders as my hips wiggled, too desperate for friction to care how much I was begging of this man.

Soren’s hands dug into my ass.

Then he was giving me exactly what I was aching for.

Fast and relentless—driving me right to that edge, then sending me ruthlessly over.

I thought I would take him with me, but as I clung to him afterward, I found him still hard inside me, his muscles shaking with the control it was taking to hold himself back.

He lowered me back onto my own feet, then turned me toward the windows, the lights of the city all around and below us.

I shivered at the exposure even as a devious little need rekindled.

Somehow, I wanted someone to see that, for just the night, Soren Vale was mine. That a man as wealthy and powerful as he was wanted little ol’ me.

Soren stepped inward, his cock gliding against my cleft before sliding slowly inside me.

He reached around me, his hand closing around my throat, pulling my back flush to his chest, so his words could whisper in my ear.

“I want anyone who is looking up to see me fucking you,” he said, hips rocking into me. “To know you’re mine.”

I wasn’t his.

I could never be his.

But for just this night, I would let myself pretend.

So right then, I did.

I pretended we were just any man and woman, that my entire world wouldn’t implode if what we were doing somehow got out.

Soren’s hands slid down to my hips, pulling me back against him as he thrust forward, making me take each thick inch of him each time.

My moans became ragged gasps as he drove me closer and closer. Until, with one choked cry, I came.

“Oh, fuck,” Soren groaned, fucking me harder until he, too, was overcome.